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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)

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I’m a monster.
I kidnapped the wrong girl, and under excruciating circumstances, we fell in love.
I took every beating and form of torture meant for her.
For months I protected Everleigh, only to lose her when we finally escaped.

It’s been years, and the ghost of Everleigh Adams still haunts me.
The nightmare of losing the only woman I’ll ever love has driven me to insanity.
And then I start to see her everywhere.
Her ghost has left my nightmares to taunt me in my waking life.

Turns out Everleigh never died, and she’s kept a secret from me.
When we come face-to-face after four years of pure hell and agony of living without her, she’s still out of my reach.
But if insanity has taught me one thing – there are no rules.
I’ll take what’s mine. There’s nowhere Everleigh can run to escape me.

STANDALONE: A Mafia/Bratva Romance, standalone, full-length novel.
WARNING: 18+ only. Please read responsibly. THIS NOVEL CONTAINS TRIGGERING CONTENT.

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Songlist

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Never Alone – Krigarè

Climb – ADONA

Beauty Of The Dark – Mads Langer

Tattoo - Loreen

The Night We Met – Roses & Revolutions

Secrets – OneRepublic

Cross Your Mind – Calum Scott

Found Eachother – Kodoku

Pieces – Andrew Belle

Hero – Alan Walker, Sasha Alex Sloan

Love is just a word – Calum Scott, Jasmine Thompson

Forever & Always – Written by Wolves, Becks

“The Edge… There is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”

–— Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels.

The Past

Chapter 1

Alek

(Twenty years old…)

Cinnamon hangs heavy in the air, the delicious aroma luring me to the kitchen where I find Mama and Tiana admiring the honey cake they just baked.

It’s my favorite smell in the world – Mama baking in the kitchen. It’s home.

The moment Mama spots me, she gives me a stern scowl. “Don’t you dare try to steal a slice. It’s for after dinner.”

It’s Vincent’s birthday today. My brother is three years older than me. We haven’t seen much of him over the past years as he’s been training to take his place in the bratva.

With my father being a boss, it’s only natural that we follow in his footsteps.

I take a seat at the table, eyeing the cake like it’s my last meal.

“Do you want coffee?” Tiana asks me.

“Please.” I smile at the girl who’s like a little sister to me.

My parents adopted Misha and Tiana Petrov, and even though things were rocky at first, Misha is now my best friend.

I watch as Tiana makes the coffee the way I like it, creamy and sweet, and smile again when she places the beverage in front of me.

“Thanks, T.” After I savor my first sip of caffeine for the day, I ask, “Did you bake only one cake?”

It's normal for Mama to be up at the crack of dawn when it’s one of our birthdays. And she always bakes enough for a small village.

Mama shakes her head while trying to hide the smile tugging at her mouth. She cuts a huge slice out of the freshly baked cake. “You’ll live on pastries and desserts if I give you half a chance.” Still, she plates the slice and pushes it closer to me. “Only one slice.”

I lean closer and take a deep breath, my mouth watering from the aroma. “I can’t promise anything,” I chuckle. “This is why you bake extra.” I give Mama a thankful smile. “You love me too much to let me suffer until dinner time.”

“Hmm.” Her eyes are fixed on me as I take the first bite.

When the taste of cream and cinnamon explode over my tongue, I let out a satisfied groan. My eyes close as I savor the goodness of my mother’s baking. “Perfect.”

Excitedly, Tiana claps her hands. “Really? You like it?”

My eyebrows fly up, and I swallow before asking, “Did you bake this one all by yourself?”

She nods, pride dancing in her sky-blue eyes.

“Well, little sister,” I nod my approval, “it’s exactly how I like it.”

Tiana lets out a little shriek before falling onto the chair next to me. “Tell me how it tastes. Is there enough cream? Did I make the dulce de leche right? Not too much cinnamon?”

I lift a hand and softly pat her back. “Everything is perfect.”

“What’s perfect?” Misha asks as he comes into the kitchen.

“The honey cake I made,” Tiana answers, pride lighting up her face. “Sit. You have to taste it.”

“It’s too early,” Misha protests. He grabs a seat, then looks at me. Shaking his head, he mutters, “How can you eat cake first thing in the morning?”

I pop a huge bite into my mouth and groan again. “So good,” I mutter around the cake.

Tiana places a cup of coffee in front of Misha, along with a much smaller slice of cake. “Just taste it,” she begs.

Tiana might’ve accepted Vincent and me as her brothers, but there’s no one she loves more than Misha. Before my parents adopted them, they were stuck in an orphanage and only had each other, so it’s understandable that they’re inseparable.

Mama starts to prepare breakfast, and soon the aroma of fried eggs, melting cheese, and sliced sausages fills the air.

Vincent and Papa enter the kitchen, and Tiana gets busy preparing tea for them.

“Happy Birthday, zaika,” Mama says before hugging Vincent.

We all take a moment to wish Vincent a happy birthday, and as Mama and Tiana set all the dishes on the table, Papa mutters, “The boys are coming with me. We’ll be gone all night.”

“But it’s Vincent’s birthday!” Mama exclaims. “We always have dinner together. It’s tradition.”

Papa shakes his head, giving Mama an impatient look. “Work can’t wait.”

Mama looks visibly unhappy, but she doesn’t force the subject. “You better eat,” she says, glancing around the table. “Come, come. More food.” Getting up, Mama starts to make more fried eggs, a clear sign she’s pissed off with my father. Cooking always calms her down.

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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)

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From USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author Michelle Heard comes a new STANDALONE, full-length BRATVA/BODYGUARD ROMANCE novel.

My hobbies consist of shopping, eating, and sleeping. Yeah, I know, it doesn’t sound like I have much going for me, but what is a girl to do when she has an overbearing father who doesn’t allow her to be anything but a socialite?

I’m used to being in the spotlight, but when my father starts getting threats on my life, he hires a bodyguard.

Maxim Levin, the Russian God with intense eyes and a face carved from stone. I don’t think the man has ever cracked a smile. He’s domineering, broody, and scary as hell.

The more time I spend with him, the more his secrets come to light.
Turns out he’s not just a regular bodyguard.
My father hired an assassin.
An Assassin! Aka, a man who unalives people for a living.

Maxim has one more secret yet to be uncovered, and when I finally crack the hard shell of his unforgiving exterior, I’m in for the shock of my life.

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Songlist

Heroes Never Die – UNSECRET, Krigarè, Skrybe

Monster – Hidden Citizens, Ryan Innes

Somebody Else- Ruelle

If Our Love Is Wrong – Calum Scott

Someone To You – Roses & Revolutions

Lights Go Out – River Atley

Flaws – Calum Scott

“The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.”

–— Sun Tsu.

Chapter 1

Max

Maxim Levin; 38. Camille DuBois; 27.

I stare at the file my best friend, Nikolai, sent over last week. I was dead set on not taking the bodyguard job until I saw who the charge was.

Camille DuBois.

Fuck.

I’m an assassin by trade. I take lives, not save them.

Guilt rears in my chest as I stare at the woman’s beautiful face.

Our paths crossed once. Christ, it’s almost been ten years since I last saw her face. She was seventeen and just starting her life.

And I almost took it from her.

Where her blonde hair used to reach her ass, it’s now cut into a short, choppy bob. The style suits her heart-shaped face. Her features have lost the last of her teenage look, leaving in its wake a woman who will have any man breathless and hard as fuck.

It’s the first time I see the color of her eyes. Green. The shade of moss. They’re so fucking bright it feels like she can see into the dark depths of my soul where my demons live.

And I’m only staring at a photo.

What would it feel like to come face-to-face with her?

I ban the thoughts and read over the details of the death threats her father’s been receiving. If he doesn’t step away from politics, Camille will be killed.

Nine out of ten times, they’re nothing but empty threats.

Again, my eyes find the photo of Camille, whose path was never meant to cross with mine. Yet, here she is for a second time.

You owe her. This will be a chance to pay her back for almost killing her.

I let out a heavy sigh as I lean back in my chair. I glance out the hotel room window, wondering if it wouldn’t be best to stay out of her life.

She never saw my face and has no idea who I am. Neither does her father.

Not even Nikolai knows about the one fuck-up in my career as an assassin.

No one knows. It’s a secret I plan on taking to my grave.

An assassin’s reputation is the most important thing. If you fuck up and people find out, it doesn’t bode well for your career.

You should stay away from the woman. Don’t play with fire.

But if I don’t take this job and she ends up dead, it will only increase the guilt I already feel.

I let out a heavy sigh and rub my hand over my forehead.

You already made up for what you did. You got the woman medical help. It’s been a decade. Forget about her and refuse the job.

I let out a sigh as I pull the folder onto my lap and read over all the information again. There are copies of the death-threat letters and recordings sent to Maurice DuBois, who’s currently the Minister of Agriculture. If all goes as planned, he’ll become the Prime Minister of France next month.

Nikolai Vetrov, the only friend I have, wants a solid foothold in France for his diamond-smuggling business. Maurice can give him that in exchange for his daughter’s safety.

Maurice might straddle a thin line between the underbelly of my world and politics, but he’s not a criminal by a long shot. The man wants to create a better and greener world, and it has forced him to negotiate with the bratva to make it happen. The bratva owns land where wind turbines can be erected, and during the sale, a relationship was formed.

But that has nothing to do with the reason why I’m considering this job.

Besides the guilt I’ve carried around for ten years, I owe my best friend a favor. Fifteen years ago, my little sister was diagnosed with leukemia. Her dying wish was to marry Nikolai. When I asked him to give my dying sister her wish, he didn’t hesitate. Not once did she doubt whether he really loved her.

During her final days, she was happy. I owe Nikolai, and this is the favor he wants.

There’s no saying no.

Accepting my fate, I inspect the death threats. The letters are old-school. Cut-outs from magazines and newspapers were used for the words. Honestly, I haven’t seen that shit in years.

The recordings have been put together with different voices, so there’s no use in trying to trace the voice. With an endless supply of videos on social media, it’s so fucking easy to put together a threat like this.

It’s the first time Maurice has received a threat against Camille, and apparently, there’s nothing on this planet he loves more than her.

He wants someone with a name in the criminal world to protect her, figuring it would scare off the fuckers threatening his daughter.

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Total pages in book: 80
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Home. It’s the one thing I want more than anything. A husband I can love. Children I can give the world to. A house I can call my own. To many, it’s a stupid wish, but to me, it’s everything.
When my adoptive father demands that I marry one of his business partners, Karlin Makarova, my dream becomes nothing more than that – a dream. Karlin is a vile monster, a nightmare for any woman he crosses paths with.
I dread the time I have to spend alone with Karlin and hide the bruises that fill me with deep shame.
But then my beloved brother steps in and arranges a marriage with one of his best friends.
Armani De Santis is known to be coolheaded, aloof, and calculative. Sure, he’s heartbreakingly attractive – emphasis on heartbreakingly – but it’s clear he sees me as his friend’s little sister that’s become his problem.
Then again, I’d rather have my heart broken by Armani De Santis than be Karlin Makarova’s punching bag.
And so, my dream of a happily ever after turns into a cold-blooded war between the two men, and I find myself praying that somehow I’ll survive.
But life has taught me prayers are never answered.

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Songlist

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Make Me Believe – The EverLove

World on Fire – The Rigs

Hero (I Will Survive) – Supergirl, RAIGN

Witness the Masterpiece – Ganyos

When the Chaos Comes – PUBLIC NOISE, Ruelle

Madness – Tribal Blood

Before You Go – Lewis Capaldi

Someone You Loved – Lewis Capaldi

If I Could Fly – One Direction

You Are The Reason – Calum Scott

Beethoven’s 5 Secrets – The Piano Guys

“Stop making excuses for other people. For why they do certain things. For how they treat people or how they treat you.

Giving excuse and justification gives defense, which lets them act however they want. It allows them because you tolerated it.

Don’t accept less than what you’re worth because you’re worth a lot.”

― Dominic Riccitello

Chapter 1

Tiana

Armani De Santis; 24. Tiana Petrov; 21.

The world I live in is a cruel one. Nothing has ever been easy.

I don’t remember my biological parents or what happened to them. My earliest memory is of Misha, my older brother, holding me tightly to his side while the harsh winter cold froze our bodies. A door creaked as it opened, and we finally got to escape the ice and wind. It was the day the orphanage took us in, but it never felt like home.

We spent five years amongst other abandoned children, but I had something they didn’t have – Misha.

My brother was and is my everything.

Glancing out the window as the vehicle drives us toward St. Monarch’s, where we’ll meet the D’Angelos, I feel a sense of intense loss.

Misha is getting married to an Italian mafia princess.

After the wedding, Misha will no longer be mine. Aurora D’Angelo will become his wife and my sister-in-law. She’ll be the most important person in his life.

Is she kind? Will she give Misha the love he deserves? Will she be home to him?

Will Misha be happy?

I always knew he’d get married at some point, but it’s still a shock.

The car drives through massive iron gates, and my gaze locks on the old castle that’s been converted into a resort and training center for the criminals of the world. It’s the only neutral ground where no killing is allowed.

I’ve heard St. Monarch’s also offers various services like tracking someone, assassination contracts, and things I’d rather not think about.

It’s also where Misha and Alek have been training for the past three years.

The place terrifies me.

My stomach clenches, and a wave of emotion threatens to push tears to my eyes. It’s all happening too fast for me to comprehend. In a matter of three months, Misha fell in love and a marriage was arranged between him and Aurora. I only learned about this a couple of weeks ago.

It’s hard to share the only person who is truly mine.

Misha and I were adopted by the Aslanhovs, and even though they took care of us and never abused us in any way, I never quite felt like they were my family.

Blood is thicker than water.

But nothing is stronger than love.

It’s hard to explain, and I don’t want to sound selfish, but Misha is the only ‘real’ family I have. I know he’d die for me in a heartbeat.

After the wedding, Aurora will become his priority.

After the wedding, I won’t have anyone who’ll put me first. It’s a sobering thought.

And a frightening one.

Living in a world governed by the bratva and mafia, a woman is an easy target when she doesn’t have someone to look out for her.

Ugh. I’m being overly dramatic. It’s not like Misha will stop protecting me.

Be happy for your brother. You’re gaining a sister, which is something you’ve always wanted.

The car comes to a stop, and Mrs. Aslanhov pats my hand. Even though I call Mrs. Aslanhov Mama, she’s more like a favorite aunt to me. I call Mr. Aslanhov Papa, out of respect, but there’s no real relationship between us.

Misha still calls them Mr. and Mrs. Aslanhov. He never felt comfortable referring to them as Mama and Papa. Misha bonded with Alek, their youngest son, and they’ve become best friends over the years, seeing as they’re the same age.

Their oldest son, Vincent, didn’t interact with us much because of the age gap. That was before he was killed, which is something we never talk about.

After Vincent died, everything changed. Mr. Aslanhov threw himself into work. Mrs. Aslanhov grew quiet, the loss of her son drowning her in sorrow.

And Alek…it broke him.

The past three years have been challenging, but somehow we all managed to get through it.

Taking a deep breath, I push the car door open and climb out.

When Alek and Misha come out of the castle to meet us, a rare smile forms on Mrs. Aslanhov’s face. I swear she’s aged twenty years since Vincent’s death, and the sorrow only seems to lift in Alek’s presence.

Maybe this wedding will do everyone good.

My eyes lock with my brother’s, and the moment a smile curves his lips, I dart forward, slamming into the wall that’s his solid chest. Misha’s arms wrap around me, and I bask in the safety only he can make me feel.

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Total pages in book: 79
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From USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author Michelle Heard, is a new STANDALONE, full-length MAFIA ROMANCE novel.

I wanted to be a painter. But that's just a dream because a mafia princess doesn't get to choose her future.
Still, I never let it get me down. I always try to make the best of everything.

Until I'm forced to go for brutal training, and I meet Nikolai Vetrov.
Forbidden and way too attractive, the man turns out to be my worst nightmare incarnated.
He's cold and ruthless, and I'm pretty sure there's no heart to be found in his chest, unlike mine that won't stop beating overtime at the mere sight of him.

Just because I flirted with him, he's dead set on making my life as miserable as possible.
And as if the hell I've been thrown into isn't enough, the worst thing possible happens to me. It strips me of my light and drops me into a darkness so suffocating there's no way for me to escape
There's a lot I can endure and overcome, but the trauma and Nikolai Vetrov are two things I can't handle. One of them is bound to be the end of me.

Unless a miracle happens, and let's face it, I'm well past the point of believing in miracles.

STANDALONE: A Mafia/Bratva Romance, standalone, full-length novel.
WARNING: 18+ only. Please read responsibly. THIS NOVEL CONTAINS TRIGGERING CONTENT.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Songlist

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Quiet – MILCK

Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken – P!nk

Slip Away – UNSECRET, Ruelle

Vendetta – UNSECRET, Krigarè

Be A Hero – Euphoria, Bolshiee

Rescue – Lauren Daigle

Easy On Me – Adele

Without You – Ursine Vulpine, Annaca

Leaves from the Vine – AtinPiano (The Wedding Song)

Family Tree

Nikolai Vetrov - 39

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Family Business: Bratva / Blood Diamond Smugglers

Father: Damien Vetrov

Mother: Winter Hemsley

Deceased Wife – Anja Levin

Brother-In-Law – Maxim Levin

Godfather: Carson Koslov

Uncle: Demitri Vetrov

Cousin: Viktor Vetrov

Abigail Sartori - 21

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Family Business: Mafia

Father: Emilio Sartori

Mother: Greta Sartori

Best friend: Aurora D’Angelo

“Trauma is a fact of life. It does not, however, have to be a life sentence. Not only can trauma be healed, but with appropriate guidance and support, it can be transformative.”

–— Peter A. Levine

Chapter 1

Nikolai

Nikolai Vetrov; 39. Abigail Sartori; 21.

My eyes land on two women coming out of a suite, and knowing who every single person at St. Monarch’s is, I immediately recognize them.

Abigail Sartori and Aurora D’Angelo. The two socialites who are starting their training tomorrow.

Unlike most of the attendees, the two women’s smiles are carefree, as if they’re just here to enjoy the resort and not to attend grueling training sessions.

From tomorrow I have to train the two in combat, and I get a feeling they’ve never thrown a punch in their lives.

I let out a sigh because the last thing I have time for are two spoiled mafia princesses who think the world revolves around them, which is the vibe I’m getting.

When I pass them in the hallway, Abigail chuckles seductively, “If all the guards look like that, my ovaries are going to explode.”

She thinks I’m a guard because I’m dressed in the same combat uniform as St. Monarch’s guards instead of my usual tailored suit.

Little does she know I control the blood diamond market, and I’m the firstborn of the best fighter St. Monarch’s has ever seen. And to make matters worse for the little mafia princess, my cousin is the head of the bratva and her family’s enemy.

Suppressing a chuckle, I shake my head.

Wait until you find out who I am, little girl.

Just then, I hear Abigail playfully call out her suite number, “Room one O’ three.”

I don’t have the patience for this shit.

I’m only helping with the training until my godfather, Uncle Carson, can find a suitable replacement for the combat instructor position, seeing as the previous one died of a heart attack.

I now understand why Mr. Yeoh died. Training people who can’t fight to save their lives call for a fuck-ton of patience which is the last thing I have.

With me, you either sink or swim. I don’t have time to coddle the spoiled royals of our world.

Stepping into my suite, I grab my phone and check the missed calls and messages as I leave the room again. There are a couple of work-related messages and emails, but I skip them and open a text from my brother-in-law and best friend, Maxim.

Maxim: What the fuck? I don’t babysit pampered brats. Get someone else for the job.

Heading back toward the studio where I give combat lessons, I chuckle as I type out my reply.

Nikolai: Just this once. You’re the only one who can keep her alive. Call it a favor. It will open a door for me to get into France.

Tucking the device into the pocket of my black cargo pants, I head down the staircase while I think about the protection detail Camille DuBois' father requested.

Maurice DuBois is straddling a thin line between the criminal underworld and running for Prime Minister. It’s essential to keep his daughter alive because with him in my pocket France will be mine.

Maxim is the only person I trust to keep Camille alive. He’s the best hitman, and he’ll be able to protect her from anyone who might come after her.

He’s also my oldest friend, who became my brother-in-law when I did him a favor by marrying his terminally ill sister. I might not have loved Anja, but I cared for her as a friend. She loved me, though, and it was the only wish she had – to become my wife.

It was no sacrifice on my part to make her dream come true during her last weeks. I did everything in my power to make her believe I loved her. I treated her like a queen, but Anja deserved so much more than her short life gave her.

Only Maxim and I know the truth, though. The rest of the world believes she was the love of my life.

Making Anja happy was one of the few good things I’ve done in my life, and it solidified an unbreakable bond between Maxim and me.

Christ, has it already been fifteen years since she passed away? Time flies.

If it weren’t for Anja, I never would’ve been married. I’m too fucking busy taking over the family business from my parents. My sister, Inna, married young and has two children who can carry on our family’s legacy, so it’s not something I’m worried about.

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Total pages in book: 80
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Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)

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Coming soon from USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author Michelle Heard, a new STANDALONE, full-length MAFIA ROMANCE novel.

Our first meeting was at a nightclub, and it was something straight out of my most romantic fantasies.
My ovaries exploded at the sight of the Russian God. And by God, I mean he was ripped, tall, dark, and deadly attractive. There were enough sparks between us to light up a city.
Then an explosion blasted through the nightclub, and we got trapped together for three hours, sharing our most personal details... everything but our names.

Two years later, our second meeting is the complete opposite of the first. It's clear Misha Petrov, a Russian enforcer for the bratva, despises me. The emotional night we shared meant nothing to him.
You see, my family is sworn enemies with the bratva and Italian mafia, which means Misha considers me a threat.
I wish I could hate him the way he hates me. But nooo, my stupid heart wants what it wants.
Every rough touch from Misha makes my skin tingle.

STANDALONE: A Mafia/Bratva Romance, standalone, full-length novel.
WARNING: 18+ only. Please read responsibly. THIS NOVEL CONTAINS TRIGGERING CONTENT.

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Songlist

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Dancing in a Daydream – Roses & Revolutions, Weathers

Calling on Angels – J2, Natalie Major

Carry on Wayward Son – Neoni

Animal – Chase Holfelder

Burning Heart – SVRCINA

SOS – Elizaveta

Skin – Rag’n’Bone Man

With Arms Wide Open – Tommee Profitt, Nicole Serrano

Chasing Cars – Tommee Profitt, Fleurie

My Sacrifice – Tommee Profitt, Nicole Serrano

Chapter 1

Aurora

Misha Petrov; 22. Aurora D’Angelo; 18.

“Abbie, wait for me,” I whisper-hiss as I grab hold of my best friend’s arm just as we’re about to enter the popular nightclub she’s dragged me to. “Don’t you dare leave me alone.”

Abbie lets out a burst of laughter, playfully rolling her eyes at me. “Like I’d ever do that.”

She takes hold of my hand, and I stick close to her as a bouncer allows us to enter. We’re met by a lady who’s dressed in a black silk top and pants, her blonde hair twisted up in a perfect bun.

She gives us a professional, welcoming smile while she checks our IDs, then waves us toward the lower level where we have to push through the crowd already in full party mode.

“Damn, this place is packed,” I have to shout so Abbie can hear me. “You weren’t joking when you said it’s popular.”

Abbie leans closer. “Hopefully, the VIP section won’t be as busy.”

Nodding at her, I grip her hand tightly, so we don’t get separated in the madness. It looks like every single person in Geneva is at the nightclub.

I’ve always suffered from claustrophobia, and being bumped and shoved by random strangers is not my definition of fun.

This is my first time at a nightclub, and it’s only because of Abbie that I’m here. My parents think I’m safely at her house, and so do my bodyguards, who are probably still standing guard outside Abbie’s suite at the Sartori vacation mansion.

My parents reluctantly agreed that I could visit Abbie for a week before Easter. Because my parents know the Sartoris, I was only given two guards. Abbie has sneaking out down to an art form, though, and she made it look so easy to escape my ever-present guards.

With curious eyes, I take in everything around me. The club's interior is dark, with colorful, strobing lights pulsing to the fast beat filling the air. There are bars on either side of the huge dance floor, with bartenders rushing to fill the orders.

People are laughing and talking, and men are flirting with women. A big group dances in the middle of the room as if they have endless energy. It fills the atmosphere with an exciting vibe that’s infectious.

It’s surreal.

When we climb the stairs to the VIP section, fear spins in my stomach. If my father finds out I’m at a club, there will be hell to pay.

He won’t find out. Chill.

Abbie smiles at the bouncer, who looks like a mountain of a man, then she says, “Sartori and D’Angelo.”

The bouncer’s eyes flick to me before he unhooks the heavy burgundy corded rope so we can enter the VIP section.

I know my family name carries a lot of power, but being away at a boarding school for most of my life, I’m not used to wielding it to get what I want. Now that we’re done with school, Abbie is adjusting to the socialite life quicker than I am.

Leaning into Abbie, I ask, “He won’t tell our parents?”

She scoffs. “Of course not. Relax.”

Glancing around, my fear is quickly forgotten.

Oh wow, it’s much better in the VIP section.

Comfortable burgundy sofas and dark wood coffee tables fill the left side of the floor that’s bathed in luxury. There are potted plants and statues of cherubs and angels everywhere. The lights are dimmed, and there aren’t any strobing lights up here.

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